After Qin Jin left, Li Qiao returned to the library. He hadn't come to pick her up after her classes ended, and he didn't show up until two nights later, telling her that something urgent had come up that day and he had been delayed by the factory construction for the next two days.
He was free today.
Li Qiao followed him home and was so tired from staying the night that her hands ached. The next day, her hand trembled while holding the spoon as she drank soup.
Qin Jin mocked her, not in good faith, "Is it really that exhausting?"
Li Qiao, annoyed and embarrassed, retorted, "How could it not be? I'm not going home next week."
Qin Jin said, "… How can that be? I'll come to pick you up when the time comes."
Li Qiao replied, "What if I don't agree?"
